"IF THE PATH I WALK IS BESIDE YOU, I DON'T QUESTION WHERE IT LEADS......."
Morning arrived quietly.
Not with alarms. Not with voices. Not even with movement.
Just light.
A pale, tentative ribbon of gold slipped through the narrow gap between the curtains and spilled across the rumpled duvet, tracing soft patterns over tangled sheets and slower breaths.
Shubhita stirred first.
Not because she was awake.
Only because she was aware.
Of warmth.
Of weight.
Of a steady, unfamiliar-now suddenly familiar-presence behind her.
She lay very still.
As though the smallest movement might undo whatever fragile miracle had followed them into sleep.
Vatsal's arm was draped around her waist, loose and unguarded, his hand resting just above her stomach, fingers curved in the unconscious claim of someone who had fallen asleep without fear of being refused.
Her back fit into his chest with an ease that startled her.
No hesitation.
No searching.
Just... alignment.
Memory came slowly.
Not in images.
In sensations.
His breath against her shoulder in the dark. The way their foreheads had rested together long after the room had gone quiet. The unspoken agreement to stay exactly where they were.
She inhaled.
And the faintest smile curved against her lips.
Behind her, he shifted.
A soft sound left his throat, half-sigh, half-dream, and his arm tightened by instinct, pulling her closer by barely an inch.
But that inch changed everything.
Her body responded before her mind did.
A small, involuntary lean back into him.
The duvet rustled faintly around them.
Vatsal woke like someone surfacing from warm water.
Slowly.
Reluctantly.
With no urgency to return to the world.
The first thing he noticed was her.
Not the light.
Not the city.
Not even the unfamiliar ceiling of the hotel room.
Just the quiet weight of her in his arms.
For one suspended second, he didn't move.
Afraid that awareness might dissolve what sleep had made effortless.
Then she shifted again.
Just slightly.
And he realized-
She was awake.
His breath softened against the nape of her neck.
"Morning," he murmured.
The word was barely shaped.
More breath than sound.
Shubhita closed her eyes at the vibration of his voice so close to her skin.
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